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Turning to smile at Mateo, I consider his question. “Uh…I guess stuffies. You know, plush little animals. They served a better purpose. You could talk to them. Hold them. Sleep with them. Plus, they were cuter.”
They do the talking-without-talking thing again and I almost laugh. I give a shrug of my shoulder to shake off the talk about my childhood. About the man and woman I barely ever knew. I never craved a bond with either of them. Or if I did, that craving faded a long time ago. Or did it?
“Do you think…do you think I like this…how we play, the games we play…because I never had a good father? Am I happy to call you daddy because I have daddy issues?”
Enzo laughs and nods his head, dipping his head to touch his forehead to mine. He brushes his lips over mine gently. “Yeah, it is part of it. We’ll take you just as you are, babydoll.Daddy issues and all.”
Beaming up at him, I let myself soak up the warmth in his eyes as they stare down at me. Tomas grins and bends to drop a kiss on my lips too. We’re out in the open, with plenty of eyes on us, but we don’t care. Enzo was right, this is just us. Nothing and no one else matters.
We will face judgment while we’re together. If we’re out, people might stare at us or wonder what we’re doing together. They might whisper behind our backs about the morality of it all. The wrong and right of us all being together. I don’t care. How could I care about any of that?
Being with them is the rightest I have ever felt in my life.
“Come on, little girl. We’re going to make up for a bunch of bad birthdays,” Tomas grins at me, taking my hand to lead me to the first store we reach.
Inside the designer store, they pull dozens of dresses, sexy tops, designer jeans, and the cutest shoes. No heels for me to risk hurting myself on. I try on a dozen pieced, giving them a little fashion show.
Going to the next store, they do it all over again. I am feeling spoiled and a little greedy. But they’re so pleased to be catering to me. It seems to make them happy to give me anything I please. Walking into one last store, my eyes flood with tears as a small piece of my heart is pieced back together.
“Stuffies,” I gasp as I take in the endless rows of adorable stuffed animals.
I am taken back to my childhood. Back when I would have given anything to feel what they’ve made me feel today. Cared for. Adored. I’ve had choices about everything today, but they’ve kept the control they need. It is this moment, standing in this store full of little bears, cute kittens, adorable elephants, and fairytale creatures, I can be just who I am.
These three men will take me just as I am, just as they said.
“Can I…could I maybe get a few? I know I am too old for them,” I stammer over my words, hanging my head a little because I feel silly.
“Babydoll,” Enzo husks gently, grasping my chin to lift my head. “You can have anything you want in this world. We’re here to see to that. Get one or one hundred little stuffies. Whatever you want, Luna.”
“Anything you want, sweetheart,” Mateo chimes in with a smile.
“Hell, I think I want that little dinosaur over there myself,” Tomas declares, taking my hand to lead me over to a stack of ancient creatures.
Tomas and I go through all the choices a half dozen times. He decides he is getting the dinosaur—an adorable T-Rex—and I grab a matching one because of course I do. I also get a large unicorn, a fluffy kitten with baby kawaii eyes, and a teddy almost as big as I am.
Sitting out in the sunshine at a tapas café, we talk about how we all grew up. Tomas has a good family who loved him but could never get right with his sexuality. Enzo was out on his own before he was sixteen, and Mateo lost his parents as a young boy. We all crave the familial connection we lost in one way or another.
“We’ve built a family together,” Mateo explains as he feeds me some delicious ceviche, laughing as I playfully nip at his fingers. “We said it earlier, it does not matter to us what anyone thinks about us. About our being together. It is no one’s business who I love or who I fuck.”
“Why would anyone care?”
“Everyone cares, babydoll,” Enzo says, his hand on my thigh as he pushes his big body close to mine. As if he can protect me from what he thinks everyone cares about. “They don’t care that we’re happy. That we’re good to each other, we protect eachother, we love each other. They care that it’s not what they’re used to. It’s different. We do not fit inside the box they want to fit the world inside of.”
“Neither do I,” I declare, my chin going up. “I was a wealthy child, given the best of everything. I didn’t want any of it. I just wanted…well, I wanted this, I suppose. To feel for just a few moments as if I counted.”
“You count to us,” Mateo whispers, his eyes holding mine. “You’re a beautiful person, sweetheart. Bright, beautiful, and so brave. You came to that club to explore something you could be judged for. Came right inside of our world and threw us off kilter. We’ve not been the same since.”
Flushing at his praise, I dip my head again. I love to soak up their praise. Their kind words, the gentle “good girl” I get when I do whatever they want me to. Whether it be coming for them or letting them cater to me, they praise me enough to smooth the rough edges everyone else left me with.
“What comes next?” I wonder as we sip at ice cool martinis and bathe in the warm sunshine of a beautiful date.
“You come next,” Enzo teases, giving my thigh a squeeze as his fingertips brushes my panties. “I am going to eat you for dessert on the way home, babydoll.”
Before I can protest, not that I would because who would protest that, they’re on their feet. They gather up all the goodies they spent a small fortune on today, Mateo leading the way back to the waiting car. They tuck me in the back, Tomas giving me the fluffy unicorn I was thrilled to get.
We no sooner pull from the curb and Enzo is on his knees between my thighs, his face buried in my pussy. Beside me, Tomas and Mateo tear at my top, their mouths, their hands, their warm breaths licking at my skin, sucking at my nipples, marking my skin with their ownership of me.
Before we get back to the condo, they reduce me to ashuddering, shouting mess as they pleasure me over and over. Mateo scoops me up to carry me inside, going to the room they share together. Tucking me in as if I am truly their little girl, they each press a sweet kiss to my forehead.
